Losing Myself In the Crowd

I sit here, watching the faces walk past, Some of them I recognise, But so many I don't, I imagine if I were one of them, Walking past me, Seeing me, like I see them. I wonder some times if these simple passers by judge me, If they ponder about me as I do about them, The details of their lives, Their families and friends, And if they feel as lonely as I do, Just another person, Lost in the crowd.